FOX FRANCE
Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte. Fabro a se steaao e di beata sorte. They make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies. Tasso—Gerusalemme. X. 20. </poem>
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By wondrous accident perchance one may
Grope out a needle in a load of hay;
And though a white crow be exceedingly rare,
A blind man may, by fortune, catch a hare.
J. Taylor—A Kicksey Winsey. Pt. VII.
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends;
And fortune smil'd, deceitful, on her birth.
Thomson—Seasons. Autumn.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love,
And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between, and bid us part?
Thomson—Song. To Fortune.
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| text = For fortune's wheel is on the turn,
And some go up and some go down.
Mart F. Tucker—Going Up and Coming
Down.
Tollimur in caelum curvato gurgite, et idem
Subducta ad manes imos descendimus unda.
We are carried up to the heaven by the
circling wave, and immediately the wave subsiding, we descend to the lowest depths.
Vergil—r Æneid. in. 564.
Audentes fortuna juvat.
Fortune helps the bold.
Vergil—Æneid. X. 284.
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| text = <poem>Non equidem invideo: miror magis.
Indeed, I do not envy your fortune; I rather
am surprised at it.
Vergil—Eclogoe. I. 11.
FOX
Multa novit vulpes, verum echinus unum
magnum
The fox has many tricks, the hedgehog only
one.
Erasmus—Adagia.
Tar-baby ain't sayin' nuthin', en brer Fox, he
lay low.
Joel Chandler Harris—Tar-Baby Story.
Legends of the Old Plantation. Ch. XII
The little foxes, that spoil the vines.
Song of Solomon. IV. 15.
Honteux comme un renard qu'une poule
aurait pris.
As sheepish as a fox captured by a fowl.
La Fontaine—Fables. I. 18.
Where the lion's skin falls short it must be
eked out with the fox's.
Lysander—Plutarch's Life of Lysander.
FRAILTY
Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel.
She, like thee, was forced to bear
All reflections, foul or fair.
Thou art deep and bright within,—
Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne;
Thou art very frail as well,
Frail as flesh is,—so was Nell.
L. Blanchard—Nell Gwynne's Looking Glass.
St. 1.
This is the porcelain clay of human kind.
Dryden—Don Sebastian. Act I. Sc. 1.
Unthought-of Frailties cheat us in the Wise.
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Frailty, thy name is woman!
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 146.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Presuming on their changeful potency.
Troilus and Cressida. Act. IV. Sc. 4. L. 96.
Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we;
For, such as we are made of, such we be.
FRANCE
La France est une monarchie absolue, temperee par des chansons.
France is an absolute monarchy, tempered by ballads.
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
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| work = Table Talk. L. 237.
I hate the French because they are all slaves
and wear wooden shoes.
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| work = Essays. 24. (Ed. 1765) Appeared in the British Magazine, June, 1760.
Also in Essay on the History of a Disabled
Soldier. Dove—English Classics.
Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease
Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can
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| text = <poem>Adieu, plaisant pays de France!
O, ma patrie
La plus cherie,
Qui a nourrie ma jeune enfance!
Adieu, France—adieu, mes beaux jours.
Adieu, delightful land of France! my
country so dear, which nourished my infancy!
Adieu France—adieu my beautiful days!
Lines attributed to Mary Queen of Scots,
but a forgery of De Querlon.
